Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.